Eleanora's POV
"Marry me, Nora."
"I said please," he added when I still didn't reply.
"I know I said that you're the only person I'd get down on my knees for but how long are you planning on keeping me on my knee exactly?" He raised a brow.
"Oh... um," I stuttered, covering my mouth with my hands and stared at him, still not being able to push any words out.
"Are-Are... You sure?" I finally asked, my hands falling to rest beside me. Vince stood up, a small smile on his face.
"I wouldn't be doing this if I wasn't," he whispered
"But... but..."
"But?" He raised a brow.
"I'm a mess! I don't know how to do anything!"
"You won't need to do anything if you're the Queen."
"I'll actually need to do a lot," I corrected him.
"I'll help you," he moved to hold my hand in his.
"But you've not even known me for that long?" I pushed and he chuckled with a shrug.
"My parent's didn't know each other for long when they got married but look at them now."